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Half a year into not having you around, I somehow managed to pick up a million broken pieces of my life and faintly arranged them all together. 

While I was at it, I finally gathered enough courage to look at things I turned away from, the things that reminded me of you.


I revisited the playlist you made me,

The movies we watched together, 

The shows we could not get enough of,

The dishes we had so much fun cooking,

The places we picked to go visit,

The plans we made for our future together.


The mornings I woke up to your calls,

The afternoons we spent thinking of each other, 

The evenings we spent at our favorite cafe’s,

The nights we spent holding hands looking at the stars,

The things you told me you loved about me,

The letters I wrote to you, yes, the same letters that you burned away without thinking twice. 


Yes, they are all absolutely right when they say time is the biggest healer, it does heal you, you move forward if not move on but why don’t they say anything about who’s gonna heal the memories? 


Memories being your favorite song too ;)


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